The Ming Dynasty in Another World: People are in the Heavenly Prison, and Wuji becomes a Taoist

After a dull roar.

A large piece of Lin Mo's clothes was immediately burned, and a big hole was torn in the coat on his chest.

He clearly felt a powerful current entering his body.

There was a numbness in the body, and there was a faint electric arc buzzing on the surface of the body.

However, he just circulated his energy and blood for a while, and his body returned to normal instantly.

but……

The current just now seemed to have cleared away some of the impurities in his body.

"What was that just now? Thunder and lightning?"

Lin Mo was extremely surprised and curious.

"This...how are you okay?"

Seeing that Lin Mo didn't seem to be affected at all, the smile on Mei Lang's face suddenly froze.

His eyes widened in surprise, frozen like a wooden man.

"Why would something happen to me?"

Lin Mo asked back.

"Even a master of martial arts can't resist a thunderbolt from my hand without changing his expression. You must have deliberately pretended to be nonchalant in order to deceive me, right?!"

Mei Lang looked determined.

Lin Mo finally saw it.

This guy is just making up his mind.

Thinking of the abnormality that had just occurred in his body, he rolled his eyes, pretended to be angry, and said, "Huh! I didn't expect you to notice it!"

Lin Mo understood that it was time to put his acting skills to the test.

He coughed twice and continued, "The method you just used is indeed powerful and extraordinary. However, I think it is absolutely impossible for you to use it a second time, right?"

"Hmph! You can give it a try!"

Mei Lang narrowed his eyes and sneered again and again.

"Just try it!"

Lin Mo raised his knife to strike, but retained most of his strength.

"How brave!"

Mei Lang shouted loudly.

Holding the curse again, a pair of fleshy palms flew up and hit the air. There was an explosion like wind and thunder, and lightning flashed out.

Lin Mo didn't resist much and allowed the lightning to enter his body.

The numbing feeling spread throughout the body again.

Lin Mo clearly noticed this time that the proficiency of the Dragon and Tiger Prajna Kung Fu, which he had just reached the fourth level, had actually increased slightly.

The strength of the body has also been further improved.

He has practiced the Dragon and Tiger Prajna Kung Fu, and his physical fitness is extremely strong.

After being tempered by thunder and lightning, the physical body becomes stronger and stronger.

If I could do it a few more times, how good would my physical body be?

Even foreign gun bullets may be able to block it.

Looking at each other again, Lin Mo's eyes became fiery, as if he had discovered a treasure.

Mei Lang was shocked for no reason.

I don't know what Lin Mo's look means.

"Is it a Taoist palm thunder that covets this Tao?"

Lin Mo's body trembled and his figure swayed.

He stood with a knife in his hand, pretending to be surging with blood, and his face turned red.

"How does the palm thunder taste?"

Mei Lang stood with his hands behind his back, his face full of color.

"It's awesome, but...it's not enough to kill me!"

Lin Mo looked sluggish, gritted his teeth and spoke, looking like he was holding on for dear life.

"What a tough-tongued duck!"

Mei Lang shrank his eyes and was shocked.

"This guy must have practiced some special body-training technique, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to withstand two thunderbolts from my palm and still survive!"

"However, he must be seriously injured now. If he hits another palm thunder, his soul may be wiped out!"

Mei Lang doesn't have much mana left now. If he uses another palm thunder and the opponent is still alive, he won't have much power to fight back.

Just when he hesitated, Lin Mo stood up tremblingly.

"Stinky Taoist, two palm thunders are your limit, right? It's my turn to take your life!"

Lin Mo dragged the Night-Zhan knife towards him, but his steps were sloppy and he seemed to be about to fall down at any moment.

Mei Lang's eyes flickered and a sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth.

"It seems that we have reached the end of our strength!"

He was certain of this.

He immediately mobilized the remaining mana in his body without hesitation, chanted the incantation again, and shot a palm thunder towards Lin Mo.

Lin Mo waved his hand and struck out.

It seems that he wants to block the sword energy.

However, the blade is made of fine steel and is inherently conductive.

Instead, the lightning enters the body faster.

In Mei Lang's eyes, this scene looked like Lin Mo was in a desperate situation, lost his mind, and made an unwise move.

"Haha, no matter how superb your sword skills are, you can only endure the thunder skills of this Tao!"

After tempering the body with lightning for three times, the proficiency of the Dragon-Tiger Prajna Kung Fu increased by nearly half, and the physical body was also greatly tempered.

Lin Mo was ecstatic.

But he had to pretend to be in pain on his face.

He forced out a mouthful of blood, spurted it to the sky, and threw himself to the ground.

At this moment, Lin Mo felt that Oscar owed him a best actor.

Seeing that Lin Mo was finally seriously injured, Mei Lang was overjoyed.

"Haha, if you resist three palm thunders, you will be proud even if you die!"

But the next moment...

Lin Mo put his hands on the ground and climbed up shakily.

Mei Lang opened his mouth as wide as the mouth of a box and was stunned.

"Damn guy, you won't die even if you do this?"

He swallowed two or three times and his throat was dry.

"Death to me!"

Mei Lang's expression was ruthless, and he made secret gestures with his hands.

On the Taoist robes, there were many twisted human faces.

Countless cries appeared out of nowhere, covering the cave like ghosts.

"Ghost?"

Lin Mo curled his lips.

His blood is now like an oven.

After a moment of running the technique, the blood in the body suddenly boiled like boiling water.

The whole body is filled with the pure Yang aura, which is no better than the scorching sun for those strange creatures.

This guy actually tried to use the ghost to deal with himself, which is really ridiculous!

He gathered part of his energy and blood into his right fist.

The fist suddenly became like a soldering iron, glowing red.

Just a simple punch.

The Qi and blood of pure Yang breath spurted out like steam.

As soon as those ghosts came into contact, billowing black smoke immediately erupted from their bodies, and they let out screams one after another.

"Oops, I actually forgot for a moment. He is a warrior and has practiced body refining. His energy and blood are full and strong, and ghosts and gods cannot invade him."

Mei Lang looked ugly and regretful.

"If you have the ability, use the palm thunder again, otherwise today will be your death!"

Lin Mo said viciously, his eyes full of murderous intent.

Mei Lang felt as if he was being targeted by a fierce tiger, and his whole body became hairy.

"Okay, today I will risk my life to kill you!"

Gritting his teeth.

Mei Lang directly burned his essence and blood to draw the talisman. His face was as golden as paper and his expression was sluggish.

Feeling that this was not safe enough, he simply took out a purple talisman.

There was a look of pain on his face, this was his treasure at the bottom of the box.

It came from the hand of Fu Wang Wu Daozi and has been treasured by him for many years.

The main reason why he was so cautious was that Lin Mo was like a weakling who couldn't be killed.

He wants to knock the opponent out in one go, leaving him no room to breathe!

"I use my essence and blood to cast thunder, and then I use the Five Thunder Talisman to draw thunder from the sky. If you don't believe me, I won't be able to kill you!"

Mei Lang's expression was ferocious, his eyes widened in anger, and he recited a mantra, "The sky and the earth are infinite, the universe borrows the law, five thunders descend from the sky, grant me divine power, hurry up like a law, edict!"